There was a time, this man whom I watched cook
There was a time that I wondered if I was ever able to make anything
There came a time I did what I wanted
The man himself said you could do better
The man himself said, plate me the sardines
Man of very few words, gestured with his eyes
The man himself asked me for more
Shattered with emotions, I said it’s a treat from my heart
Maybe it’s not him, but his gestures were strong
The man whom I learned the essence of flavors from
When he went, my tears rolled, but with a sense of pride
He wasn’t the man I feared, but I adored with respect
He taught me the pillars of what taste means
I wish I could see those gestures, that silence that creates joy
I wish I could create what he adores by his gestures
But he is no more, and that’s what life is
Coz he is my dad…………

Dad, blogging is not my life, I did it coz that’s what I learnt from you..

To my dad, it’s a small felicitation, and its for for you…
You are with me right here, right now and forever..